In a kingdom torn by power struggles and political intrigue, Jieun, the rightful heir to the throne of the East, finds herself sidelined as her brother, Jungwon, takes control. Determined to reclaim her birthright, Jieun seeks alliances and forms a...
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IN THE AFTERMATH OF THE TEMPESTUOUS STORM, the tides had transformed into a tranquil spectacle, their once wild and tumultuous nature now subdued to a gentle ebb and flow. The rhythmic movement of the waters had dulled to a lulling murmur, creating an atmosphere of serene stillness.
Above, the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the ship, its radiance seeping through the narrow crevices of the cell. The soft, silvery light filtered into the confined space, casting intricate patterns upon the weathered floorboards.
The moon, a silent observer, held court in the night sky, its luminescence illuminating the scene with a sense of ethereal beauty. Its gentle presence offered a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, there existed a tranquil sanctuary to be found.
Jieun found herself standing amidst the enchanting beauty of Firegarden, the illustrious garden within the castle where she had spent countless hours as a child. The air was imbued with the delicate scent of blooming flowers, their vibrant colours painting a tapestry of life against the backdrop of lush greenery.
In the distance, she glimpsed a figure, a silhouette standing amidst the verdant beauty of the garden. Her heart quickened with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Could it truly be him? Could it be her beloved older brother, Jiho, whom she had lost so many years ago?
Cautiously, Jieun approached the figure, her steps hesitant yet filled with longing. Her eyes searched for any hint of familiarity, any trace of her dear brother. And then, as he turned around, her breath caught in her throat. It was Jiho, her brother, standing before her.
Jiho's presence seemed both ethereal and real, his features matured by the years that had passed since his untimely departure from the mortal realm. He looked upon Jieun with a mix of sorrow and fondness, acknowledging the changes that time had wrought upon them both.
Unable to contain her overwhelming emotions, Jieun's hand reached out hesitantly, her fingertips grazing Jiho's cheek as if afraid he might vanish with a single touch. A fragile smile graced her lips, and tears welled up in her eyes. The disbelief melted away, replaced by an overwhelming surge of love and longing.
